February 2012
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I carry your heart.
“i carry your heart with me i carry it in my heart
i am never without it anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling
i fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet i want no world for beautiful you are my world, my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody...
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Modesty, Lust, and Emotional Rape. →
goodwomenproject:
The slow thud of pounding bass through my bedroom walls shook me half-awake. I kept my face in my pillow and wondered why it was necessary for music this loud to be played in our family’s home at 7am on Saturday mornings. I pulled my comforter back over my head, and drifted off to sleep for all of two minutes before the fire alarm went off. Breakfast was ready. And that fire...
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Monsoons, words, and sailboats.
There are days, like today, when I wish I could take my thoughts, memories, and feelings, and turn them into a sailboat. I’d turn the words and phrases to fit perfectly and make it move; I’d journey out to the sea.
The happy thoughts I’ve scrabbled together would stay and the unhappy one’s go would go overboard.
However, the words do not sink, they stay afloat and linger...
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If you come softy.
“If you come as softly As the wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees.
If you come as lightly As threading dew I will take you gladly Nor ask more of you.
You may sit beside me Silent as a breath Only those who stay dead Shall remeber death.
And if you come I will be silent Nor speak harsh words to you. I will not ask you why now. Or how, or what...
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“There are three things in life that are important, the first is to be kind, the second is to be kind, and the third is to be kind.”
—Henry James
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“I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.”
You are OK, But It Is Not OK: Two Things Every... →
goodwomenproject:
When I was a little girl, there were two things a person could say about a female: you were either pretty or charming. Now that I’m grown, and now that I have grandchildren, I am made aware by the spectrum of beauty, intelligence, wit, and inner being that is constantly hovering over the heads of every waking woman at all times during the day.
We mentally assign numbers to...
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“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known...”
– -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross (via goodwomenproject)
My night.
tea…
…and those sweet words.
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womanuntieyourtongue:
there’s something scratching at my heart and it’s bleeding to get out and i keep my hands behind my back so that it’s not my fault when it gets loose but i need you here to hold me down so i can sever all these roots will you silence all this lace that’s slowly been tearing at my face because i’m unsure of the violent nature that it’s showing signs of taking and i need a...
